inspired by a harebell

We saw harebells growing among the grass in the verges when we were on our honeymoon in Scotland. I loved its vibrant blue and the multitude of flowers on one delicate stem. Picked with care, a few would last a week in water, one bright flower dying as another bud came into bloom.

I made several attempts to grow it in our own wild garden but could never keep it going for more than one season. And then, blow me, here it is, establishing itself in the tiny crevice between asphalt and edging stone.

The Welsh poppy couldn't resist getting in on the act, though!